I was going to write an entry last night. It was 11 pm. I was all curled up warm in my bed, laptop on my lap ready to go. First, of course I had to check an email and well, facebook. I get caught up in a facebook chat with a friend about relationships and before I know it an hour passes and my laptop is furiously flashing at me that it has 3% battery remaining. !!! It was fully charged an hour ago. My newish laptop really has a battery life of 1 hour? What’s one hour? I can’t even decently stalk on facebook in one hour ;-) So apparently I must spend my laptop life tied to a cord…kind of puts a damper on the portability idea behind a laptop and leads me posting today rather than yesterday. It’ll be a bit long because I haven’t written in a while…
DAY TEN: So there is this woman that is on the same train as mine on the way home from work and for some reason, I just cannot stand her. I’ve never met her, I’ve never even spoken to her, but I’ve heard her talk more in the last year than I have my own father. Over the past 5 years I’ve learned to tune her out, but there are days when I have to put in my iPod to stop me from screaming “SHUT UP!” at her face. Everything about her bothers me from her hair to the way she walks to the fact that she feels the need to get her cigarette out the moment she steps off the train so she can light up the minute she crosses the tracks on her way home…which I realized today has turned into the same way I take. And I don’t take the normal/“popular” way…I avoid crowds, so I swear she’s following me to annoy me (I know she’s not, I’m not paranoid, but it really feels that way). Today on the walk we got caught up at the same place, waiting for a break in the cars to jaywalk across the street (which I might add, when it’s below freezing I fully support the idea that pedestrians have the right of way, even when jaywalking...jk) and I was reminded of why I started to dislike her as she frantically puffed on her cig. This isn’t some irrational dislike, no, it stems from one incident, one conversation overheard. It was the summer and there were pro-life supporters holding signs on the corner by the train station, these signs depicted aborted babies…not a pretty sight, but hey, freedom of speech, right? After all…what country do you think this is?
DAY TEN: So there is this woman that is on the same train as mine on the way home from work and for some reason, I just cannot stand her. I’ve never met her, I’ve never even spoken to her, but I’ve heard her talk more in the last year than I have my own father. Over the past 5 years I’ve learned to tune her out, but there are days when I have to put in my iPod to stop me from screaming “SHUT UP!” at her face. Everything about her bothers me from her hair to the way she walks to the fact that she feels the need to get her cigarette out the moment she steps off the train so she can light up the minute she crosses the tracks on her way home…which I realized today has turned into the same way I take. And I don’t take the normal/“popular” way…I avoid crowds, so I swear she’s following me to annoy me (I know she’s not, I’m not paranoid, but it really feels that way). Today on the walk we got caught up at the same place, waiting for a break in the cars to jaywalk across the street (which I might add, when it’s below freezing I fully support the idea that pedestrians have the right of way, even when jaywalking...jk) and I was reminded of why I started to dislike her as she frantically puffed on her cig. This isn’t some irrational dislike, no, it stems from one incident, one conversation overheard. It was the summer and there were pro-life supporters holding signs on the corner by the train station, these signs depicted aborted babies…not a pretty sight, but hey, freedom of speech, right? After all…what country do you think this is?
Well this woman would not SHUT UP on the train about it and about how she feels offended and that they shouldn’t make her look at pictures like that...literally talked about it for the full 29 minute train ride. Um, so DON’T LOOK….last I checked your head can turn at least 90 degrees to the left and 90 degrees to the right, so turn it and shut up already (yes I realize I’ve said shut up at least 3 times, I would truly love to say it to her at least once.) Optimistic spin: She’s not on my morning train…I wouldn’t be able to take her before my morning cup of coffee. Oh and Ben Affleck is HOT!
Speaking of morning coffee…this morning I go to the CVS to purchase some creamer for my morning coffee hoping they have restocked the French Vanilla, nope. This is literally the 4th time I’ve been to this CVS and only had the choice of Original Coffeemate…not even Half and Half…no thanks. However, this time they had 2 (yes only 2) Hazelnut flavored Coffeemates. What the hell…it’s better than plain. As I’m walking out I glimpse two things that make me smile….1) a bottle of Coca Cola Classic in with the frozen pizzas….hold on, Coke + Freezer = not good. Yeah, the thing was fully frozen. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of it possibly exploding and the idea of who in the world put it in there in the first place. And 2) Totes Geometric Loafers…on sale no less…but what per se ARE geometric loafers? What makes them geometric and special? Free DVD of Friends and Lovers to the first person that can answer that. If you haven’t seen this movie, see it, it is possibly the WORST movie ever (and I’m embarrassed for RDJ that he is in it, let’s just blame that choice on the drugs).
Out into the bitter cold I walk and see a girl with a small brown claw clip holding the top portion of her hair up…note to self, claw clips are not cute. For use at home, sure, for use on a business day, in business attire, holding just the hair on the top of your head up…gag. Optimistic spin: I actually like Hazelnut creamer. The rest of my day was typical work, which I will not resort to complaining about until I am fully out of outside world situations that rub me the wrong way….not likely to happen. So, on this glorious Wednesday evening I leave you with something I realized…the nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised. I’ve been disappointed a little lately…I blame it on this journey to optimism. Maybe for a little while I’ll go back to being right or being pleasantly surprised.
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